TWO POEMS (1)

I                                                                       II

So this                                                 Cool breezes gently touch

is how it is                                                       cold tombs still clean

after the sacrifice                                            from November’s brush

bare altar                                                         the dead are deadly calm.

Solemn rows of                                              

once more waiting pews                                 I feel the wetness of

only the sunshine now                                    the greedy grass

on the marbled aisles                           and I think of

and a little red light.                            The Christ born to give life

and the dead who are deadly calm.

And yet                                                          

it is right                                                          And I say

for, satiated,                                        o lord, forgive me but

What need was there to stay?           I cannot see

the dead so deadly calm

alive.

 The Weekly Nation

 August 1, l966